"Wait for the taxi then," she said. "Besides, it won't matter so much then."
"What won't matter?" demanded Peter.
"Solomon, dear, you're as innocent as a new-born babe. Isn't he?" she demanded of his friend.
Donovan looked across at him. "Still waters run deep," he said. "I don't know, but excuse me!"
He had been sitting next Julie and opposite Miss Raynard, but he was now on his feet and begging her to change places with him. She consented, laughing, and did so, but Julie pretended to be furious.
"I won't have it. You're a perfect beast, Tommy. Captain Donovan, I'll never come out with you again. Solomon, come and sit here, and you, Tommy, go over there."
Peter hadn't an idea why, but he too got up. Tommy protested. "Look here," she said, "I came for dinner, not for a dance. Oh, look out, Captain Graham; you'll upset the cutlets!" Peter avoided the waiter by an effort, but came on round her to the other side.
"Get out of it, Tommy," said Julie, leaning over and pushing her. "I will have a man beside me, anyhow."
"I'd sooner be opposite," said Donovan. "I can see you better, and you can't make eyes at the Frenchman at the other table quite so well if I get my head in the way."
"Oh, but he's such a dear," said Julie. "I'd love to flirt with him. Only
I must say his hair is a bit greasy."